Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Body Shots

Bowing his head, Sean exhaled out a needy moan. His fingers flexing against the stripper pole weakly. However, Dark's warm hands kept his hands firmly to the pole as his own grip tightened. A shiver ran down Sean's back as Dark kissed the back of his neck with a soft deep primal purr. Dark's foot spread Sean's legs more, until he was almost sitting on Darkiplier's lap. Dark's teeth found his shoulder, giving it a light bite before he started to thrust into him. Sean threw his head back, panting out moans with every thrust. If Dark hadn't positioned himself the way he had to hold him, he would have fallen to his knees from the pleasure that coursed through his veins. Dark's lips moved along his skin to his ear, whispering to him breathlessly. "You feel good. Who prepped you like this?" Forcing himself to swallow his own mouthful of spit, he answered in a shaky voice. "Just a toy... and a silly game." Dark exhaled a gust of warm breath over his neck that made Sean inhale sharply with a shiver. Dark lightly nipped his neck, then whispered to him a bit smugly. "Sixty-second ride?" Biting his lower lip, Sean's eyes darted to look at Dark. Seeing Dark's devilish smile, Sean blurted out. "You know of it?" Dark pushed his cock in as deep as it could go, causing Sean to lose himself in pleasure briefly.

Staying still and deep into him, Dark purred into his ear. "Yes. I've heard of Verine's little game. But that doesn't explain why you want me so badly. You should have gotten off." Rolling his eyes, Sean told him honestly. "I couldn't... Verine shut the machine off... after I won." Dark lifted himself off his back a little, echoing in shock. "You won?" Nodding, Sean hung his head between his arms and panted out desperately. "Yes..." A throaty chuckle left Dark, before he laid back over his back with a renewed vigor. Pressing his warm lips against Sean's ear, there was an enchanting purr to Dark's voice when he told him hungrily. "You're telling me... your bull pulled out on you?" Sean blushed a deep red as a weak chuckle escaped him. Dark kept his cock deep in him, moving in slow but eager thrusts that had Sean's toes digging into the rug. Dark moved his head higher and playfully snorted hot breath over his ear and shoulder. The sensation made Sean's eyes roll back as his mind flooded with images of Darkiplier with his large bull horns. He couldn't help imagining Dark as a large bull that wanted nothing more than to knock him up. The more Dark's hot breath puffed over his ear and shoulder, followed by his deep grunts. The more Sean felt himself pulled into his fantasy of him as his eager horny bull. Every thrust making Sean so hard that his precum was trailing to the floor in thick threads.

The sudden dirty thrill of imagining himself as a virgin sacrifice to a horny bull god like Darkiplier, broke him. Grabbing the pole in a death grip, Sean let out a high-pitched moan as his hot load of sperm shot from him in bursts. Dark didn't slow down his thrusts. Instead, he thrusted harder and faster, practically forcing Sean to empty his balls with each thrust into his prostate. Just as his balls started to ache from being emptied so mercilessly of every drop, Dark slammed into him one last time and stilled over him. Sean tilted his head back against Dark's shoulder as he felt him release into him. The warmth of his sperm warmed his pelvis region in a soothing way. When he felt Dark stagger on his feet a little as he pulled out to straighten up, Sean dropped to his knees and chuckled through breathless panting. Dark's hands kept ahold of his on the pole, his voice the sound of smooth butter upon asking. "You ok?" Putting his temple to the stripper pole, Sean glanced up at him with the most blissful smile as he answered a bit sleepily. "Ya. Thank you. I feel so much better now." Stiffly sitting down to sit with him on the floor, Dark sweetly purred over Sean's shoulder. "Good. To honest... I feel a little better myself."

Shifting to snuggle against Dark's chest, Sean asked him as he laid his head on his shoulder. "You were unhappy? Because of me? But I asked you..." Dark smirked to himself in a way that made Sean's heart skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, Dark cupped his bond hands on the pole and gently told him. "You did. And I want you to have fun. I just... I want you to have fun with me. Not them. Not... anyone. Because... I wanna be enough." Sitting up a little, Sean waited until Dark's soft teddy bear eyes met his. The moment they did, Sean smiled brightly with a chuckle and cupped his face to tell him sweetly. "It's impossible not to have fun with you. But sometimes... I wanna just socialize, you know?" Dark shook his head subtly, telling him in a small tone of voice. "No. I don't. Everyone I know has hurt me. That's what you get from people... but you won't get that from me." Letting his fingers trail down Dark's chest, Sean mumbled out softly. "You say that. But you've hurt me too." Dark looked away, telling him distantly. "That was different..." Turning Dark's chin to coax him into looking at him, Sean sweetly whispered over his lips. "Damien. Dark. No one is perfect. We hurt each other and we sometimes forgive them. Mark is in you somewhere. Not all his socializing ended badly, right?"